Of Fire

In a fraction of a second night
Falls and blackness covers us
Where do we go now? No one knows no one left to trust
Our pitiful creation is waiting ruthless in the dark
Picking up the scent of all victims that wear the mark

I am only the assistant of a genius scientist
Chased away from university, no longer able to carry that risk
Herbert west’s his name he calls himself Re-Animator
Within the meaning of mankind we had to become tomb raiders

The elements conspire
A dear price for our desire
A critter so unnaturally forged of fire

In the beginning the experiments were foredoomed to failure
Because for the best results we had to pick them up earlier
Only the freshest corpse would be able to live again
Unfortunately the consequence is eternal pain